First Blog Post of '10

So, it's been awhile. But I find some type of strange of healing that is experienced by typing into oblivion and hoping that someone somewhere reads my musings and pretends to care. I have become complacent. I'm overweight, apathetic, unhygienic, and unruly. This needs to change, I need to change. I'm not depressed, but I every once and awhile get flustered, say some things I don't mean, then clean something in hopes of getting noticed for the person that I really am. I am planning on channeling my anger, confusion and disinterest into something beautiful and worth. I am not being taken seriously and my potential is not being realized or utilized, I know that I am a funny person and I don't normally say insightful things, but this time I am serious and I AM CHANGING. Love ya.

Sadie Hawkins at Santa Monica Pier

Last weekend our had out Sadie Hawkins dance at the Santa Monica Pier. It was a great time and these are a few of my favorite images from the night. Enjoy!

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Somehow this blank white box with size 12 type, helps bring out a subconscious thought train that rolls from end to end. The memories within flow through the fingers and onto the keys in a manner not customary to the host. The jumbled cognition reach critical load and are disposed of in this online receptical and lost in the cyber waves for others to surf upon. No real thought involved in the words, just the instinctual rhythm of the black little squares and the rectangular bar. When all else fails you, the brain takes over and sorts stuff out. Silence and rage seem to be the only true things, but at the same time drive the fingers to type more and think less. Surely there is a better way to solve this dilemma. Communication you say? The words from the mouth fall on deaf ears as if carried by the wind. Predetermined thoughts block the canals that interpret the sounds of the damned and the laughter masks the abhoration of all. A clever vocabulary is used to promote the unfamiliar feelings, and a pretentious blog posting is used to express the flurries of pensation that be crest all. Enter the demon, who envelopes the joy of the environment and reignites the feelings of admonition. But alas, within 2 fortnights, their shall be a tremendous reunion of souls, and the fleeting sorrow will be undone. Engaged in the battle till death dost thou part, the everlasting struggle continues to unfurl as the poetry of the cerebral dome carries out the hypnotic therapy of natures design. It is through faith that the skirmish shall fade swiftly and the victor be crowned. until that day, when all Hope is found, the warrior will rage on, and the Quest carried forth.

Re-evaluation

I'm stumped. I'm at somewhat of a crossroads right now and i'm not sure what to do. The furture seems promising, but with a dissmal shadow lingering behind. Something is not right, but I can't figure outwhat it is. My goal in life is to not be bored. I need to do something that keeps my interest. I want to do stuff, try stuff, and enjoy stuff. So the dilemma is what do I do? Where do I go to do that stuff. I hope that things make more sense in the next few days and weeks.

Birthday Shoot

This past Saturday, I got to shoot 3 of my good friends and have a great
time at the pumpkin patch and the park. It
was awesome, and the photos from these beautiful ladies turned out really
nice.
Enjoy.

OC Autoshow

Me and Beau went to the OC Auto Show and saw the future. Green mixed with power, future style with vintage finesse. the next 5 years should be really interesting.

Mind of Slider

So here it is, I am Michael Slider. The man, the myth the legend. I'm what you might call, "a big deal," and therein lies the rub. I'm not vain, I'm not narcissistic, I'm a confidant man, who has been given a lot of opportunities in life, but has not always realized them. As of late, I've had a few days of thinking that has prompted me to ask myself... why am I the way I am? Answer, nurture.
Ever since I was a young kid, I've always been told how good I was. Good looking, good attitude, good sport. Through this nurturistic upbringing, I was given a lot of confidence. I don't know what this means, but I want to make it clear. Confidence is not equal to arrogance. Just because I act strong and high up, doesn't mean I am an arrogant dick. I'm not interested in making my blog into this petty downloading cry site, but I do need to let people know, that i'm not all bad.